The Holy Poet pens his tribute to the Lions
Pure, beautiful and Inventive.
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The bronzed gods knew how to offend
Just a pub pub team from Glasgow’s east end
The men from Inter knew they could not fail
Bertie looked to Jinky in dismay
And the wee man said “But can they play?”
And the tunnel’s Celtic choir sang out Hail Hail.
Inter thought they’d just turn up
They looked the part. They’d lift the cup
They only came to Lisbon for a tan
And tanned they were by Celtic’s bhoy’s
As Lisbon’s Jungle made some noise
And the Lions roared through every football land.
A penalty! Jim said he dived
Mazzola scored, we nearly cried
But Celtic’s been through all of this before
Big Tam rattled in our first
Then Stevie tapped in Glesga’s curse
Two – One to Celtic was the final score.
For Inter this wasn’t just defeat
It was humiliation, pure, complete
Lisbon witnessed Celtic’s sea of green
Thousands came to see their players
With each one saying a thousand prayers
And the man who brought them here was big Jock Stein.
He told Hererra this cup’s green
Won by a style he’d never seen
Pure, beautiful, inventive was his aim
Our love for him will never wane
And like The Lions that love still remains
Celtic showed the world how to play the game.
It’s been fifty years since that great game
When every Lion rose to fame
And London last night sampled Paradise
We sang and danced into the night
While The Grosvenor smiled at our delight
As The Lions brought on Celtic’s greatest prize.
Paul Colvin.
Thanks as always for posting this. What a night at The Grosvenor Hotel, it absolutely jumping and great to see some old a meet new faces along the way. The setting was spectacular. HH
Great stuff HOLY POET!
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Marvellous Holy, I really enjoyed that and great that you enjoyed your night at the Grosvenor.
Yours Grasshopper. H.H.(Harry Hood).
Puer QUALITY & CLASS Hail Hail the Holy Poet
Brilliant HP. YNWA.